The wild turkeys were back in our yard this weekend. I almost stepped right on one while I was ambling about, until she reared up, wings spread, to get my attention. I made an involuntary surprised sound when I saw how close they were and took a few steps back. Since there were six of them and only one of me, I slowly retreated. I’ll admit it—I’m a little scared of turkeys. I’ve seen the male chase a motorcycle down the street. Somehow they’ve managed to keep the numbers in their urban posse up despite the coyotes, so I wasn’t about to mess with them. No soup jokes. Instead, I ran inside to alert the children that nature was happening in our yard.
Later on, while I was trimming back the wilderness in the front of the house, I heard Husband’s voice from the porch:
Him: Hey, I see another wild turkey!
Me: Where?
Him: Down by the street.
(Me, looking around)
Me: That's where I am. I don’t see it.
Him: …
Me: You mean me, don’t you? I’m the turkey. (sigh)
One of these days, I’ll see the jokes coming.
Awww! Glad to see your relationship with your husband is as hilariously dysfunctional as ever.
Posted by: Yumi | September 21, 2010 at 03:43 PM
Yumi: Yup, everything's back to normal around here!!
Posted by: Tammy | September 24, 2010 at 10:21 AM